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house is the other way, right?”
    “Yup.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Then where are we going?” I asked. 
    He glanced at me and asked. “Oh, so you’re talking to me now?”
    I looked out the window. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lied. 
    He gave an exasperated huff and pulled into an abandoned parking lot. “Yes, you do.” He demanded. 
    I stayed quiet and refused to look at him. He threw his hands in the air. “Jesus, what did I do?!” He asked, on the verge of yelling. 
    “Nothing.” I told him. 
    “Bull shit. One minute we’re talking and enjoying ourselves; and the next you’re running and playing the silent game.”
    “I didn’t run. I’ve been busy.” I still hadn’t looked at him. 
    “Don’t lie to me,” he said softly, almost so quiet that I couldn’t hear him. 
    “What do you want me to say?” I asked. 
    “The truth.”
    “What’s the point? What will the truth prove at this point? Will it change everything?” I asked. 
    “Just tell me what everything is!” He cried out. 
    “Will you please take me home?” I asked. 
    “No, not until I know what’s wrong. I honestly have no idea what I did.”
    I closed my eyes and sighed. When I opened them, I said. “You didn’t do anything. I’m just stupid.“ It was the closest thing to the truth I’d said yet. 
    He wrinkled his nose. “You’re not stupid. But even if you were, why does that mean you have to avoid me?”
    “I wasn’t avoiding you. I just didn’t want to talk.“ I crossed my arms. 
    He turned towards me. “Ashley, knock it off. I care about you. It’s only been a week but I want you to be happy. I can see that you aren’t, so just tell me what’s wrong.” He sounded agitated. 
    So I lied. “I’ve just been embarrassed about the other day. I hate crying in front of other people.” I said which was true, but not the reason I couldn’t look at him. 
    He sat there and stared at me for a moment. “You’re lying.” He finally said. 
    I threw my hands up. “No, I’m not.” I said. 
    He got out of the car and slammed the door. He ran his hands through his hair and started pacing. 
    I slipped out and quietly closed the door behind me. “Why are you so upset?” I asked him, my voice breaking halfway through. 
    “Because I know that you’re lying. I can tell that I did something wrong, but I honestly don’t know what it is. I mean, one second we’re talking and enjoying each other's company. The next moment you’re running away, avoiding me, and lying. I can’t make anything better until I know what’s wrong. I won’t know what’s wrong until you tell me.” He was practically begging now. 
    I closed my eyes and sighed. I decided to just be honest. ‘I mean, what’s he going to say that I haven’t already heard?’ I thought bitterly to myself. 
    “I thought you followed me because you liked me, not because I’m like a dramatic sister to you.” There, I finally said it. 

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Andy’s POV

    “Not because I’m like a dramatic sister to you.” She said, staring down at the ground while her cheeks turned a dark pink. 
    My mind reeled. “Wait, what?” I asked, thoroughly confused. 
    “I told you it was stupid.” She whispered. 
    I had no idea how to even process what she’d said. Let alone respond to it with an intelligent answer. Apparently, the only thing I could say was “Wait, what,” because I said it again. 
    She wouldn’t even look in my direction. “Can we go now? I should be getting home.” She said before she climbed into the car. 
    I got in too, but made no move to start the car. “Why do you think I don’t like you?” I asked my voice heavy with confusion. 
    “You told me yourself.” She paused for a moment and then cut me off when I tried to talk. “Look, you don’t have to explain. I understand.”
    “What do you think you understand?” I asked exasperatedly. “Please, stop telling me how I feel. I